344. Jesus, let Thy pitying eye

1 Jesus, let Thy pitying eye
Call back a wandering sheep;
False to Thee, like Peter, I
Would fain, like Peter, weep;
Let me be by grace restored,
On me be all long-suffering shown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

2 Saviour, Prince, enthrone above,
Repentance to impart,
Give me, through Thy dying love,
The humble, contrite heart;
Speak the reconciling word,
And let Thy mercy melt me down;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

3 For Thine own compassion's sake
The gracious wonder show;
Cast my sins behind Thy back,
And wash me white as snow,
Speak my paradise restored
Redeem me by Thy grace alone;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

4 Look, as when Thy languid eye
Was closed, that we might live;
"Father," at the point to die
My Saviour gasped "forgive!"
Surely, with that dying word,
He turns, and looks, and cries, "'Tis done!"
O my bleeding, loving Lord,
Thou break'st my heart of stone!

Text Information
First Line: Jesus, let Thy pitying eye
Author: C. Wesley, 1707-1788
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Topic: Contrition; The Church and the Kingdom of God: Evangelism; Penitence (1 more...)
Tune Information
Name: AMSTERDAM
Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.8.7.6
Key: G Major or modal
Source: Foundery Collection, 1742



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